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You're all over me as the sun comes up.

The windows are open, no curtains to block the sun from our faces and bodies.
I'm bathed in warmth, the light licking my legs and back as time passes.
But even as I'm so comfortable in the heat, no sensation is better than having you all to myself.
Naked, relaxed, with no worries but to rest in our love.

As the sun wakes me up, I feel my body roll, searching for yours on the bed, just to find you right there, in the perfect position for me to cuddle up against your body.
You don’t move as I nest in your chest, letting me find that perfect lock between our legs. And when we're intertwined just right, you wrap an arm around me, your hand slowly caressing my arms, my waist, my breasts—your touch eventually finding my hair in a sweet gesture that makes me love you even more. And even more when you tangle your fingers in it, pulling me in for a kiss.

I can still taste myself on your tongue—our taste—as you savor me, your mouth waking me up for real this time. My body reacts to every stroke of your tongue against mine, every little possessive bite on my lips, the grip in my hair claiming me as you guide me to break the kiss, to lie back as your mouth slides down my throat and neck.

We exchange no words, no whispered "good morning," but there’s this visceral need for more — for us — as you make me moan and take me higher. Again. And again.

There is no world outside this bedroom.